sometimes you love someone so much, that every day when their heart is still beating you call it a miracle.
‘does it hurt,’ she asks, ‘coming back after so long?’
‘no,’ i smile sadly, ‘ it hurt more to stay away.’
i keep a glow stick underneath my pillow. on the darkest nights i break it just to remind myself that broken things are still beautiful.
july 3rd reminder:
you can’t see lake sunsets with closed eyes
only tourists look up / in a big big city / because they wonder how / people can live their entire lives / feeling so small / but i guess that’s why / no one ever looks up.
i held my heartbreak in my hands and for the first time, i was not afraid of it
i would dig in the dirt until my fingernails bled
to get flowers for you